Scott Staats
It’s a beautiful morning – a crisp, clear morning.
Birds are singing in the tall Ponderosas and I can hear the unmistakable jack-hammering sound of a pileated woodpecker echoing through the forest somewhere in the distance.
To my left is a rarity that not many get to see – the birth of a river. While most rivers usually have their beginnings from small springs that turn into small streams that turn into larger…